so yesterday was filled with a bunch of drunken bufoonery. me, adrienne and wendi decided to head to Pontiac (after we left kristen and tina at the dive) to see BUY STAR BOMBS play and meet up jandro, tunie matt and whoever else that was supposed to be going. Going to hardkorish concerts makes me feel good, lets me know that i'm not just a sappy little folky girl, i have some spunk in me after all. After watching some good music and dancing like a crazy, we decided it was time to head home. by this time wendi was a little spendi (ha) on alcohol and asked me to give her a piggy back ride. haha, apparently that was not a good idea.
When we got down to the bottom of the pontiac, wendi started to spoo up a bit, no big deal, at first. me and adrienne drug her away from the pontiac to a safer location only to reveal that she has been throwing up the entire time, her favorite location, my chest. haha. it's cool though, i'm immune.
After talking jandro out of a fist fight, dragging wendi down street, having the police tell us to aim her towards the sewer, kristen and tina, ever so kindly, picked our drunk asses up and headed back to their apartment where i remained half naked until my clothes were clean. Wendi was such a rock star, it was great, she was the martyr of south street. we spent the entire morning and afternoon recuperating and having a good time.
you know what i realize, when i'm a happy person, i never have actual insight in day to day events, i just sort of float around and have fun. i hope that's a good thing.